Pooches, the upstairs painting project continues and is now on day three. My manservant chose not to attend to his walk/run this morning and, instead, headed upstairs to resume a morning of groaning, grunting, and, I suppose, painting. I spent the morning alone because Starlight had been deposited at her groomer early in the morning by my womanservant.
In mid-morning, my manservant thought of something he “needed” from the paint concern and fled to the Hybridmobile for a trip to retrieve something or other. His return was marked by another climb of the stairway to resume painting.
In early afternoon, my manservant received notification that Starlight was ready to be retrieved. Pooches, I’ve never seen anyone so relieved to have an excuse to close down work for the day! Brushes and rollers were cleaned, put away, and my manservant fled once again in the Hybridmobile to obtain Starlight. When they returned to our den my manservant collapsed on the Davenport where he said he intends to remain.
Of course, it has gone unsaid that NO EXCURSION was offered, suggested, or even hinted at with all of the painting activity going on. Neither Starlight nor I are pleased but haven’t the heart to mention it to my manservant who remains collapsed on the Davenport in feigned exhausted agony.
It appears this project’s end is not in sight.